Act V: Our brothers have secrets and probably too many fake identities

Castiel's face lit up with a wide smile. He cupped Dean's cheeks and kissed him slow and sweet. "I love you too, Dean." He smiled some more at Dean, and pecked his lips. Soon enough, he had managed to lie down at Dean's side, and guided his boyfriend towards him so he could kiss him some more, one hand on his jaw and the second bringing their hips together. If this was what love felt like, then he clearly couldn't have enough of it.

Dean felt relief wash all over him when he received that enthusiastic answer. He brought both his hands up, to stroke Castiel's cheeks as he kissed him again and again - gently, almost softly at first, but growing more and more passionate and dwelving deeper as they went on. His hips bucked slightly against his boyfriend's and he hissed. As one of his hands slowly made its way lower to cup Castiel's groin through his underwear, he found himself thinking that if he was to do this only with Castiel for the rest of his life, he wouldn't have surely minded.

Castiel's breath hitched when Dean grounded his hips against his, but he finally moaned into their kiss when he felt Dean's hand around his groin. Truth be told, be was feeling a little self-conscious in that moment, but Dean didn't seem to mind any of the noises he made, and- and, come to think of it, he wanted to touch him as well. He barely broke the kiss to look down as he too slid a hand on Dean's underwear, for a firm, curious stroke.

Dean had to break the kiss for a second to let out a moan - which he stifled by biting on his lower lip. Castiel's hands on him felt amazing and he couldn't have enough of those firm caresses. He licked his lips and eyed him with desire before he caught his lips for another long, deep kiss. He kept running his fingers on his groin for a little bit, pressing them into the sensitive flesh, before he decided to take yet another step further - and slowly slide his hand inside his boyfriend's underwear to grasp his cock and brush his thumb against the tip, experimentally.
Waiting to see if he'd be stopped or not.

Castiel didn't think once about stopping Dean, oh no. He moaned some more into their kiss, and didn't wait much longer before he tried to - granted, awkwardly - return the gesture. He was actually a little startled to feel Dean's bare, hardened skin under his fingers, and he slowed down, taking the time to fully feel Dean's shaft in his palm. Needless to say that he was also a bit distracted by his boyfriend's ministrations, that slowly clouded his mind with a newfound sense of pleasure.

Truth be told, Dean was simply - if not a little awkwardly - trying to mirror what he usually did when he took care of himself. It was the first time he held another man's length in his hand - but it didn't feel off as he had feared. Sure it was different than touching a girl, but seeing Castiel's pleasured expression made him forget about all his uncertainties. His own train of thought started to derail, though, when his boyfriend started teasing him with his hand too, and he groaned against his lips. "That feels so good", he moaned, lips leaving kisses on his jaw and neck. He squeezed the length in his palm gently, picking up the pace of his strokes a little as he bucked his hips against Castiel's exploring hand.

Castiel gasped, Dean's name on his lips, and tried to lean forward, to nuzzle Dean's neck and lay a few kisses here and there as well. Contrary to his boyfriend, he couldn't form words anymore by this point, for whatever remained of his senses was used on mirroring Dean's caresses and strokes. If they felt good for him, he wished for Dean to feel just the same. He usually wasn't drawn to sex, so when he finally reached his release some time later, it came as a surprise, with a surprised moan breathed right under Dean's ear.

Dean didn't really last that much longer - Castiel's hand had grown more and more sure in its movements with time, and he was kind of pent up anyway. And very excited about what was happening with his boyfriend. He cursed and hissed when he heard Castiel moaning and coming on his fingers. The knowledge that he had been the one to bring this pleasure to him was enough to push him over the edge of his own release, and he came as well, shuddering and groaning against Castiel's neck.

It took a little while for Castiel to fully grasp what had just happened, and he felt his face flushing hard when he looked down to where their hands still were. He hid his face in Dean's neck for a bit after that realization, but he eventually looked up at his boyfriend, with a shy smile, before he pecked his lips. "I liked it."

Dean didn't really have the time to feel too embarrassed - he was way too caught up in his own bliss, and by how slowly and comfortably it was now ebbing off. He blinked and chuckled a bit when he noticed just how flistered his boyfriend was, instead. He gently caressed his head, and pecked him back. "Yeah, me too", he murmured against his lips with a grin. "We should do that again another time." He did grimace a little bit when he got his hand away and out of Castiel's underwear. "... after we clean up, though."

Castiel nodded, with still that shy smile on his lips. He too pulled his hand out of Dean's underwear and finally parted from him to get up. "I'll wash your boxers and lend you a pair until they dry," he offered while he stood up to get rid of his own. "Would you like to come to the bathroom with me?"

"Sure", Dean answered right away as he stood up as well. "And - hey, thanks. I should've thought about taking a pair with me, but I honestly didn't hope for the afternoon to take such an..." He paused to take in the sight of Castiel's now naked body, biting his lower lip as his eyes travelled down to admire him. "... interesting...", he tried to conclude when he had managed to get back up and look at him in the eyes. C'mon Dean, the man's not a piece of meat, control yourself! He quickly got rid of his own underwear, ready and eager to follow his boyfriend.

Castiel turned towards Dean, and smiled again, avoiding his gaze when he noticed that he was quite please to see his boyfriend standing bare by his side. "...turn of events?" He finished the sentence for Dean, and took his underwear before he lead him to the bathroom, after making sure that they were still alone in the apartment.

"Yeah, exactly", Dean agreed with a nod, following Castiel to the bathroom. And definitely eyeing his ass while he walked. "I hadn't had the chance to actually look at it for good, but. You do have a nice rear", he commented, fighting a smirk as he used his boyfriend's exact words. He even reached to grab it, playfully.
He was a dork.

Castiel was a little startled by Dean's words, and jumped when he felt his hand on his ass. He turned around, and finally understood that he was teasing him. "I wonder if I shall ever regret showing it to you," he replied playfully, as he began to rince their underwear.


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Dean and Castiel kept on seeing each other for a while in secret. Granted, sometimes they did go on dates disguised as a casual afternoon between friends spent at the arcade center, at the mall or the bowling alley, but on some other days they didn't even bother. They either pretended that Cas still needed to get dressed up before getting out, or that they had planned to watch a movie, and ended up spending the whole afternoon tangled together on Cas' bed, with or without clothes on.
A few months later, they had grown so comfortable about spending some private time together in Cas' apartment that they had slowly forgotten to pay attention to any noise indicating that someone might be coming home.

Unfortunately for them, it had suddenly began to rain on that day, so Sam and Eileen's date out in the park had to be cut short. They were probably soaked wet, in spite of Sam's jacket, that he had held up over their heads as their sole shield against the elements. Sam was chuckling as they got up the stairs, for Eileen had invited him to come inside to dry himself up a bit, and maybe drink a bit of tea. "Again, I'm sorry I forgot the umbrella," he signed to her, when he looked at his jacket dripping water on the floor.

And that one was one of the days where Dean and Castiel had pretended they wanted to stay home and watch a movie, so 

Eileen chuckled. "It's alright", she signed. She stopped briefly in front of the apartment's door to wring her long hair, trying to get rid of the water that had soaked them. The rain had definitely caught them by surprise, and she had managed to get a bit wet before Sam had the idea to use his jacket as a makeshift tent for their heads. She smiled at him when she was finally done trying to at least fix herself a little. "You already remember to bring me flowers every couple of dates, and in the boyfriend catalogue there's written you can either have that or the ability to forecast the weather. I've picked the flowers, so that's on me", she joked before opening the front door.

Sam chuckled and entered the apartment with Eileen, thinking to himself that he would have loved to spend some time alone with her but, well. With their brothers watching a movie, they surely wouldn't catch much privacy-

His train of thoughts stopped all at once when he saw Castiel, who stood frozen on his spot in the middle of the corridor. He wasn't too concerned about the fact that he spotted him there with a bottle of water in his hands - after all, there could be a TV in his room, and Dean and he might be just sitting there. What concerned him, however, was his messy wet hair, indicating that he had taken a shower not too long before, and the fact that he was in his underwear. In the middle of the afternoon. While he and Dean were supposed to be watching a movie.
There was also a bruise on his collarbone that definitely looked recent and suspiciously close to a kissing mark.

Eileen had frozen at the entrance of the apartment as well. She just stared at her brother, simply looking confused at first - her train of thoughts was probably not that different from Sam's, and she was definitely asking herself why Castiel would take a shower while he had a guest, and why he'd walk around in his underwear when he was usually so shy and reserved - but when her eyes caught sight of a... oh God, was that a hickey? A lot of hickeys, all over his chest, actually. Her eyes widened, and she quickly looked up in hope to receive an explanation, but she could only let out a loud sound of surprise when Dean appeared in the corridor, clearly just out of the shower, wearing just his underwear, and sporting kissing marks on his neck and shoulders.
He noticed them and froze on the spot as well, paling considerably when his gaze shifted to Sam - and uselessly trying to cover himself up with his hands first - and with Castiel next. "W- How are you two back already!?", he shouted. Shit. Shit shit shit-

Castiel was panicking, that's why he took so much time to react. He didn't even think when Dean hid behind him, and instinctively reached behind as if to protect him. "I can explain," he quickly and erratically signed to Eileen afterwards.

Sam was about to automatically reply to Dean's question, except he didn't, because since when had these two idiots been a thing- "You- He- You- Since when?" There could be no mistake now - he had sort of understood from his conversations with Eileen that Castiel was into men, and he knew that Dean was open to the possibility, but- but that felt so sudden!

Dean felt kind of glad that Castiel had silently accept to shield him from their siblings' gaze - but he didn't want for him to be the only one exposed either. It just didn't seem right - after all, this was something they shared, right? It made sense that they also shared the responsibility to explain things to Sam and Eileen.

But just as he opened his mouth to answer to Sam's not-too-precise question, Eileen raised both of her hands. "Pants!?", she exclaimed out loud, seemingly a little distressed. Even though honestly, deep inside, she found this whole thing quite hilarious. "You and you go put some pants on, then come back to the kitchen and explain", she added still out loud, pointing at both her brother and Dean in an accusatory fashion. Clearly she was used to raise her voice to the occasion. "I will make tea", she said.

"... Tea. Perfect." Castiel felt secretly quite thankful that Eileen had found the ability to make him un-freak out enough so that he managed to move again. He grabbed Dean's arm and gently pulled him behind him into his bedroom, where the remaining of his clothes were, and made sure to close the room behind them before he took a deep breath.

Meanwhile, Sam was still there, gaping for air, and blinked a few times before he let out a nervous chuckle, running a hand into his hair. There was still that bewildered smile on his lips when he turned to look at Eileen, signing a single, "what" to express his surprise.

Dean quietly let Castiel pull him away without opposing any kind of resistence, as if he was a ragdoll. His face was still flushed a violent shade of red when Castiel closed the door to his room, and he let out an embarrassed noise as he let himself fall on the bed, hiding his face into his hands. This was definitely not the way he had imagined for Sam and Eileen to find out that he and Cas were definitely more than just best friends. But, even though a large part of him was basically trying to leave his body in shame and discorporate forever at the memory of Sam's expression, a smaller, but louder, side of him was screaming in relief. "Well", he finally said when he had found the guts to look back up at Castiel, smiling hesitantly. "At least we won't have to find new excuses now if we want to be alone in the afternoon. I had almost finished my movie collection."

Eileen shook her head, and made a large gesture with her arms as she looked at Sam. "I don't know", she simply signed, baffled as well. "I take it you also suspected nothing about this?", she added as she toed off her shoes and gently helped Sam to get his soaked jacket on a heater to dry it up. She guided him to the kitchen, where she put some water to boil and prepared four cups to pour the tea in. "Because me, I'm a little lost. Even though, looking back on it, there were some warning signs I should've taken on." Like the fact that Cas was always late whenever Dean would come over. That was a little suspicious.

Castiel too had run his hands on his face, but Dean's words got him to chuckle. "There's that, yes." He sighed. "I- have to warn you. If- well- Since Eileen knows, and my parents always knew about me, it probably won't be long before the four of us get invited for dinner." He sighed, and began to gather his clothes, to put pants and a shirt back on.

"I didn't know," Sam confirmed at first, before he focused on Eileen's signing. "I suppose I should have seen it coming too - but I don't know. Dean kept getting out at night, so I thought he was still seeing some people." He didn't know the true nature of Dean's night activities, but shrugged to himself. "Maybe he was just meeting with your brother, then." Granted, Castiel still got out a lot at night, for his supposed shifts at the dinner, that were either spent at the nightclub stripping or out in town robbing things, although these occurrences were much rarer.

Dean got up from the bed to look for his own clothes. "Well - that's alright with me I guess", he said hesitantly while he got his pants back on and buttoned them. "Just don't expect the same on my side. My brother knew about me already, but... I still didn't tell my parents", he muttered, frowning. "I don't think my mom would mind, but... my dad... I'm afraid he'd be a judgemental asshole about it." He silently got his shirt back on, and threw a small smile at Castiel. "Maybe we'll have double dates though. That could happen. ... and we'd better avoid mentioning the nightclub thing to your parents", he added, joking.

Eileen nodded at Sam, sitting down at the kitchen table with a sigh. "Yes, Cas keeps getting out at night too. At this point they were probably meeting each other at Castiel's workplace during his shifts and then wandering around when he was done working."

Castiel let out an embarrassed noise. "Let's not tell anyone in my family, no. If this ever gets to Gabriel's ears, he'll try to have me enlist in his business. Or worse." He sighed and looked at Dean. "But don't worry. I know my parents will be perhaps too enthusiastic about us, but we can wait as long as needed on your side. I understand."

Sam nodded, and scoffed. "Now I understand why Dean never protested when I offered that he'd invite Cas over to our place whenever my parents were out and you and I wished to meet."